Touchy moon comes down
In the yard with outburst delight.
The glowworms rest
Behind the screen of prolonged night.
Invisible sensed birds associate
With the high run pleasure.
Indication of troubles causes
Affliction wholeday long
In the deep of fogged night.
Love-lord plays on bin
With the varied tune of song.
Shadow and sorcery are inscribed
In the fate with bliss wet trouble.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem